4 letters

indelible, invisible
a four letter word staining your brow
i wonder if you know it’s there
i have my own: d-o-n-e
there once was a U and an N
away they flew like doves
from a statue whose stone face is content
to regard you a stranger
it’s not about a one or any one
but a hidden well of grief and shame
draped with branches and blossoms
forgotten by careless feet
until i crash through the garden
and rush through the darkness and splash
I look up and see a face framed in a small ring of light
only a symbol
that can no more can contain me
than extend a hand in aid
I know the footholds in the mossy stones
I’ll climb out
build an alter out of the branches
and throw the flowers into the flame

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